Kevin Wald: Fraught
Our precious native tongue is fraught
With peril in its paradigms;
May those who fraught it come to naught,
For them I curse a thousand times.
A lesson I would like to teach
To those who dared our tongue to freach;
I'd surely make them stop and think,
Who, thoughtlessly, our tongue did frink.
To justice I shall try to bring
Those felons who our tongue did fring;
The best defense that gold can buy
Shall not avail a man who'd fruy.
Though their attorneys long may fight
To free the folk who fain would fright
(Which sounds good, but the verb's not right),
They'll pay the damages they owe
To those whose tongue they dared to frowe.
(Had that one ought to count? Dunno.)
And so I shall forever seek
The people who our tongue did freek,
And shall, as I am able, work
To nab the folk who dared to furk.
Just let me, ere I perish, catch
The foul fiends who dared to fratch!